First time I went abroad was in Africa when I was 15 and was during Ramadan. Outside airport no taxi, no buses, nobody so me and my father had to walk through Algeri up the hill to reach hotel El Aurassi. I can’t remember exactly how long we walked but was like a life long trip: the colors of the building in the sunset, the intense smells in the port, the warm wind from the Mediterranean sea on my face, the dark and dry skin of the old men, the eyes of the kids staring at me. That was the day when I realize what I wanted to do in my life: traveling. Then very soon, when I started to tell my schoolmates those stories, I saw my talent as storyteller and this is why we are here.
Warning: this place is not open to visitors, is not for telling but for listening and watching. This place is not a blog but is the museum of my life in which I invite you to see what I see.
There is only one way to partecipate: visit the “shop” section and buy my things. Welcome on board!
